I slept on the futon and listened to sounds in the silence

I left when the day broke and walked through the city alone

I looked for a towel forgot mine when I left Virginia

The snow in my boots was much warmer than you

And I just wanted to go home

Go home

Home

Through layers and layers of blankets I felt my heart beating

We left in the afternoon headed down I-95

Directions in notebooks and ice on the roads slowed our progress

Got lost in New York but the view from the bridge

It was beautiful that night

All those lights

Those lights

A couple of hotel rooms and coffee shops later I found you

Telling your secrets and ghost stories soft in the dark

When you fell asleep quiet in the backseat I remembered why I loved you

And my brother drove on while I wrote you a song in my mind

It wasn't the first time

It wasn't the first time

It wasn't the first time

It wasn't the first time